Jill’s Reviews > Alone With You in the Ether > Status Update

"Whatever you are made of, Charlotte Regan, I am made of it, too"

"Art is something we do to *feel* human, not because we are"

Listening to this in public is me hoping every second that my airpods don't disconnect

I can feel the sadness coming and I fear I'm not prepared for it

"It is enough to have known that the inside of her chest is more than a place for storage"

Did NOT expect all of this damn

"She took him un sense by sense: he felt certain, smelled permanent, sounded firm"